Of the countless stories the girls beg me tell and retell about my childhood, their favorites are the tales of my cousins and me being chased around my grandparents farm by a bull we named Nutsy.  He was NUTS, so as you can see, we were creative children.  When Sara and I were on her field trip to the Zoo last week, I turned a corner and found myself face to face with Nutsy’s twin.  Sara turned to me with a shocked look on her face (she’s still convinced it WAS Nutsy), and I screamed and ran the other way.  I did it as a joke.  Sort of.